Become a Fairy

A few months later, Fang Shiji, the five alchemists, and more than a thousand immortal soldiers watched with lingering fear a huge bone dragon with a body winding for hundreds of miles, howling and falling into the endless abyss.

Lu Xiaotian frowned as he watched the huge bone dragon fall, and the fireflies in the hollow eye sockets gradually went out, not with resentment and unwillingness like other wraiths. It is more of a sense of relief from fate, with a hint of sadness.

No one thought that they would be trapped in this Longyuan for several months, and the more than 400,000 immortal troops in the Sifang Heavenly Court suffered heavy casualties here, and it is unknown how many will survive in the end. As for the alchemy sages, Yuxuan Tianting should be in sight. Lu Xiaotian met Mu Ziyan before, but he did not save him. They were killed and injured under the frenzied attack.

As for Fang Shiji and his group of five alchemy sages Lu Xiaotian, they took the initiative to save them. Perhaps it would be more appropriate for the two parties to cooperate with each other. It was relatively easy, especially as Lu Xiaotian, as a fourth-rank alchemy, had already demonstrated extremely superb alchemy skills before, and had already won the respect of these third-rank alchemy to a certain extent.

Even Fang Shiji has more equal respect and respect for Lu Xiaotian. Especially in this dangerous situation, any rejection of Lu Xiaotian means that they will be closer to death.

Ever since he rescued Fang Shiji and his party, he joined up with other immortal armies one after another, and fought dozens of battles, big and small, without stopping.

The largest bone dragon in front of me slaughtered more than ten thousand immortal troops, and the Ice Void Lord of Yuxuan Heavenly Court fell among them. The lethality of the bone dragon is no less than that of the Lord of the Ice Void, and it was also severely injured, and it was difficult to continue the alchemy in the future. When the bone dragon showed its supernatural power, it even attracted the attack of the Dragon Slayer, and the huge shadow fell from the sky. After severely injuring the bone dragon, under the leadership of Fang Shiji, the remaining immortal army found an opportunity to completely kill the bone dragon, which had never been seen before.

It can be seen that the power of this huge bone dragon has indeed surpassed that of Hanshui Zhelong Wen Tingdao among the dragon clan in the secret realm. As for whether Lu Xiaotian has reached the level of Xianjun, he is not sure.

The opponent's injury did not come from Fang Shiji, the Lord of the Ice Void, or any other immortal army, but mainly from the blow of Dragon Slaying Guillotine. Seeing such a strong person fall before his eyes, the opponent's dragon soul is obviously different from the remnant souls of other bone dragons, Lu Xiaotian is naturally not happy.

"Maybe the Longling Jinxuan Jidao Pill can help the dragon soul that is about to dissipate." A thought like this suddenly flashed in Lu Xiaotian's mind.

Seeing the remains of the huge bone dragon falling like rain, the dragon soul fell into the black abyss like a candle in the wind. Lu Xiaotian's eyes moved slightly, and he directly gathered a flying soul sword, surrounded by five lightning arrows. In this case, it is difficult for even a Golden Immortal level powerhouse to see that there is actually a middle-injured sword wrapped in the flying soul sword. The first-class Longlingjinxuanji Dao Pill.

As for Fang Shiji, if he is in full bloom, Lu Xiaotian still has to be afraid of being looked at by the other party in this environment, but at this time the other party is bloody and weak, and he may faint at any time. It's only at the level of a fairy, let alone injured, it is impossible to see Lu Xiaotian's methods in his prime.

The remnant soul of the turbid dragon may fly into ashes and smoke at any time in the void. The turbid dragon itself has no fear of death, and has no strong unwillingness to fate or the killing of the heavens. The decline and death of every race has its own The inevitable reason, or because born weak, or born at the wrong time.

As for the Dragon Race, which was once the most tyrannical race in the Numerical Realms, it has declined to such an extent that the later generations have almost no place to stand. Naturally, no one else could be blamed, but the Dragon Clan itself could only be blamed. The misfortune originated within the Xiao Qiang, and the race itself was not united.

The dragon souls at this time are not all of the turbid dragons. It is just a strand of the turbid dragon's soul that aggregates some other dragon remnants. It is only through the accumulation of its supplements that it has reached such a point in the accumulation of later years,

It's just that even though the turbid dragon has undergone countless years of precipitation, the body of this bone dragon has reached a hundred miles, and its combat power has reached an extremely terrifying level for ordinary golden fairy-level powerhouses, but the dragon soul is ultimately big and impure. It's not a big problem to deal with a few strong men who are equivalent to the Golden Immortal level, or even the elite of the Ten Thousand Immortal Army, but they still can't stand up to the might of the Dragon Slayer.

The dragon-slaying guillotine was originally refined by the four great heavenly emperors using countless resources. Over the years, it has already killed countless dragons, and it has become one of the few cuts that has made the dragons look pale and heartbroken. The supreme weapon of shock.

Zhuolong has long known about the Dragon Seizing Pill Society in several heavens, and has existed in Longyuan for so many years, and the Dragon Seizing Pill Society has experienced it many times.

Originally, Zhuolong thought that it should be as usual, some of the resentful spirits would be integrated into the elixir by several celestial sages, and some sages would fall into Longyuan.

It's just that the resentful spirits and the undead dragon clan rioted one after another. The turbid dragon has existed for so long, and it is not known what happened in it. It seems that there is a force in the dark that promotes all this.

Seeing the blood of the undead dragon clan and the immortal army rising together in this area, Zhuolong didn't want to sit still, so he took action himself, intending to kill some of the immortal army, so that the riot in front of him would be quieted down earlier.

Zhuolong thought to himself that he had lived enough, but most of these incomplete dragon souls and resentful spirits in Longyuan were juniors to Zhuolong.

Because of unwillingness, resentment, nostalgia and many other emotions, these remnant souls survived from their fellow clansmen. Even in a state of incompleteness, Zhuolong couldn't bear to see these juniors dissipate and turn into fly ash. It's just that after being silent for so many years, he still can't afford to be a blow to Zhanlong. The already calm Zhuolong is full of sadness in his heart.

The turbid dragon remnant soul originally thought that the end was already in front of him, especially when the sword slashed, it hastened the arrival of the last moment. It's just that what Zhuolong didn't expect was that what this sword brought was not complete silence and destruction, but a vigorous vitality that allowed it to continue to exist.

That sword energy looked extremely fierce, but it didn't bring any damage to his remnant soul. On the contrary, the power of the elixir dissipated, making the remnant soul of the turbid dragon that was about to gradually dissipate stabilize at a speed visible to the naked eye.